The sword is the devil

Hu Wen was still a little confused, "This envoy, how do you say this? Is it possible that human beings discuss poetry, but it is better to use swords and guns?"

Master Nan Neng also frowned, "Hou Xiaoyou, threatening others without reason, isn't that bad?"

Hou Ying smiled slightly, took out two bamboo slips from the treasure gourd, held them up in front of her chest, and showed them to everyone,

"Here are two bamboo slips, one of which is Qian Shusheng's secret collection of manuscripts. There are many articles and poems written in them. They are all prepared for the exams in the future. They have never been shown to anyone. Only his mother knows about them in his house. I know the simplicity, but I don't know the content; this time I took it to find the real culprit.

The other one was left by the stupid Wang Sheng who was murdered three years ago. It has the same purpose and is kept privately.

The contents of the two slips have never been published to the world, but they were only obtained occasionally by personal reading.

Master, please check clearly, there may be some surprises on the seventh page of Wang Sheng's letter and the last page of Qian Sheng's letter? "

Flipping through the bamboo slips, I came to the number of pages that Hou Ying said. To my surprise, the seventh page of Wang Sheng's slips was written in the five-character poem "Yi'an Autumn Scenery!"
And the last page of Qian Sheng's letter is a seven-character poem "I once saw Wufeng loving the morning sun"!
They are all smart people, and when they see these, they all understand.

Grandmaster Nanneng sighed, closed his eyes and remained silent. It seemed that he had given up, and the two of them could just deal with it.

Taking a step forward, the monk with the lantern was ready to go, "Stealing literary spirit? Making people stupid? Thanks to you for doing it! Do you know what it means to these scholars to lose what they have learned all their lives? That is more painful than death encounter!"

Hu Wen's face was pale, and the sudden blow made him completely regret it. What he didn't expect was that the two poems he stole still had real works left in the world. He thought that these things only existed in the minds of scholars. It's safe to use.

"I, I didn't kill them!"

The monk with the lantern scolded: "You think that if they don't die, you don't count as evil? But you don't know how many families have been destroyed by the impact. Parents died early due to heartbreak, and children live on the streets. These human tragedies are all because you, a monster, want to imitate human beings." make poetry?
You don't know that for human beings, there is something more painful than death, and that is what you do!It's like cutting off the hand of a sword cultivator and blocking the mouth of a Taoist! "

Hou Ying kept rolling her eyes, as for that?This monk is obviously retaliating and taking advantage of him; but he doesn't care, he has lured him into a pit, and he doesn't allow people to talk about it?
Hu Wen felt that something was wrong, but it all happened too suddenly; if two human envoys came up and asked it about the murder, it had countless plans to deal with it; but the cunning human chose to move back. Attack, relax its vigilance in its favorite hobby, use its proudest aspect, and then suddenly try to lose sight of it.

It didn't react for a while, and now it has calmed down, but it was too late. It didn't organize a rebuttal at the most critical moment, but subconsciously admitted that this was the biggest mistake.

Now, it's exhausting.

"They themselves are not innocent, they are all obsessed with sex, I never force them to do anything, it's all because of their own willingness... Stealing literature is not a conscious evil method, it's just that I don't have enough strength now to give it to them They leave a legacy..."

...

The monk carrying the lantern laughed angrily, "I will never repent! You still take this for granted? Let me tell you, even if you can steal literary spirit without harming others, it is still a crime that cannot be punished!
You can adopt other people's cultural spirit today, but can you adopt other people's spiritual practice in the future?Cultivation as a concept?In the end, as long as others have what you don't have, you can just pick it up? "

Monk Lantern was still filled with righteous indignation, but Hou Ying was getting a little impatient!This monk is hateful, he is buying time for Monk Nanneng to consider the safest solution.

Of course, the problem now is not how to save Hu Wenxiao's life, but how to rescue Master Nanneng from this crisis of trust, or how to save the face of Buddhism.

In this three-way zone, the direction of the people's hearts is very important. If a powerful country frequently loses points in the hearts of the people, the people here will fall to the other two. If things go on like this, over time, the three-way zone may become a two-way zone.

It even turned into a zone managed by one family in the end.

This is the catastrophe that every power is trying to avoid.

Hou Ying stretched out her hand and pulled out the hilt of the sword from the gourd. She pulled it out slowly, the sound of the sword oscillating, and the murderous aura was awe-inspiring.

"I am a fair person, I will give everyone a chance, no matter whether you are wrong or not, you have the right to fight hard.

We have competed in poetry before, needless to say, now let's compete in our own profession, and see if your supernatural powers can block my sharp sword? "

Before Hu Wen could react, Monk Carrying the Lantern took a step and stood in front of Hou Ying.

"Fellow Daoist Hou, it's time for me to come! You have crossed the line!"

Hou Ying sighed, and sheathed his sword. He couldn't compete for this opportunity to use the phone, otherwise he would really piss on the face of the Buddhists; this opportunity must come from the Buddhists, and it can only come from them, because the demon fox was raised by the Buddhists. Everyone in Bear Ears knows this.

The lantern could not delay the time any longer, just when he took out his own lantern and was about to start catching the monster, a heavy sigh came from behind his back,

"... In the future, the Buddha will go down the road to the south, and there will be a thousand feet of green mud on the Shutai Terrace; you and I met once, I brought you here, and my negligence of discipline caused you.

Go now, I'll give you a ride! "

With the sound of the wooden fish, Hu Wen slowly deformed in front of the two of them. His human skin peeled off and his hair grew. He was in great pain, but he couldn't make any sound.

Its realm is still too far behind, which is why it has never tried to escape from the beginning to the end.

Hu Wen is waiting for an eventuality, a chance to atone for his sins; he thinks he has such a chance, after all, the people he harmed did not really die at his hands, and he can compensate for their losses, and he does not lack Money...and, decades of friendship with the master.

But what it didn't expect was that Master Nanneng's choice was so decisive and merciless, it was not what it thought it had been for decades; what Nanneng said was right, he was the one who harmed it. It may not have the guts to steal literary spirit with such a tricky hand.

The demon fox Hu Wen gradually lost his vitality in pain, and the voice of Master Nanneng came from his ear,
"The reason why I don't give it a happy ending is not that I am ruthless, but that only in this way can those cultural qi return to their original owners, even if not all, as long as some of them return, it is still possible for those victims to return to a normal state. possible.

Three days later, I will hold a Buddhist meeting at Jianjia Temple, admit my loss, and show off the fox fur to warn future generations.

Hu Wen has a cave outside the temple, and there are some assets in it, you took it and distributed it to the victims.

That's it for now, let's go. "